This Is Valor (name Yet To Be Concrete) And Its A Character From My Sisters Book She Writing!~ Best Ive

This is Valor (name yet to be concrete) and it’s a character from my sister’s book she writing!~ Best I’ve drawn in a while.~ IM PROUD OF THE HANDS!!~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 3

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Last part of this oneshot!~ The next stories that will be posted will be requests that I've gotten!~ Exciting!~

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Part 2

After two more hours of ignoring Fuyuhiko's stares, and having an entire hour of practice of some new moves in the school dojo, I was extremely tired mentally as I trudged through the mostly empty halls to detention. I wasn't worried about Fuyuhiko bothering me anymore since I'm sure Kiyotaka would kick him out if he tried to come in to talk to me.

A heavy sigh resonated from me as I walked through the door, greeted by the sight of red eyes boring into me expectantly.

"(Y/N)-Sama! It is good to see that you did not forget your detention! Please, have a seat and keep in mind the following rules-"

Guiltily, I toned out Taka's words as I turned to sit down, only to stop right in my tracks as I saw my detention partner.

"-and lastly, no music or talking to the other students! Fuyuhiko-Sama is your only other fellow delinquent today, so I hope that will not cause any problems,"

No matter how much I wanted to speak, I couldn't. The boy leaned back in his far right corner seat, black suit and all, stinging his green eyes into me and looking relatively unhappy but not fully upset.

"(Y/N)-Sama, please take your seat," Kiyotaka ordered, spurring me into motion hesitantly as I stiffly sat down. 'Well, there is a no talking rule so he can't bother me without getting in trouble. It's only 30 minutes, then I can run out to Gundham's car outside.'

Forcing myself to relax, I just took out my notebook and began brainstorming ideas for a new dance set. All was silent, excluding the scratching of Kiyotaka and I's pencils against our papers, for about 15 minutes which made me forget that Fuyuhiko was even there. That is until the silence was broken by loud, mixed laughter and the sound of something being sprayed.

Of course, this caught the Ultimate Moral Compass's attention, making him stand him and march out towards the noise.

"Excuse me for a moment, please. . . Leon-kun! Mondo-kun! Please stop running in the halls and- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THESE LOCKERS?!" Hearing chuckling behind me, I reluctantly turn my head to the left to glance at the root of all my recent problems, only to see him already smirking at me.

"It's amazing what people will do for $100 and a few threats,"

The Yakuza stood up confidently and made his way beside me where he leaned against the desk immediately to my left. "You know, when someone ratted me out earlier to the "Pain-In-The-Ass Compass" for yanking on you and yelling, I thought it was a stroke of bad luck, but now I see it as the perfect opportunity to interrogate," It was quiet between us for a few more moments, and just like 15 minutes ago my body locked up and wouldn't move unless forced. I could feel and see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, a neutral face on his face as he filled in the quiet.

"What's your story? Where did you come from?" He was being surprisingly calm for some reason. 'Wonder what he's figured out about me.'

Clearing my throat and swallowing the nonexistent saliva in my mouth, I kept my eyes on my paper. "I don't know what you're talking about," 'He's probably talking about that. Obviously.'

"Don't play dumb. Peko and I did a little looking around on our servers and the school records for you. Found out some interesting things." I forced myself to act nonchalant while simultaneously pushing down the nervous bile rising in my throat. I couldn't let him know how on edge he had me.

"Oh? Like what, that I like to dance? 'Cause if you had to search around for that fact-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, (Y/N), and you know it," he slowly moved in front of me, leaning on my desk towards me with an accusing gaze, "Or should I say "Korean Tengu"?"

Even though I already knew that that was what he was going to say, I still flinched and clenched my jaw out of disdain for the name. My uncomfortable response made the bastard smirk since I just showed he was right. 'No point in denying this part, I'll see how much he knows. At least it seems like the school actually held up their end of the bargain.'

"How did you find out about that?"

"I have many resources as the next heir to the biggest Yakuza family in Japan. Illegal fighting rings are right up my alley. But that's not the important thing, is it?" 'Fuck, what is he getting at now? There's so many things he could've found out.'

Fuyuhiko reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper before slamming it on my desk and continuing to lean on my desk. It was an article with an accompanying picture; one that made my blood run cold.

"Care to explain why the undefeated champion of an entire illegal fighting ring killed her own dad? And only a day after her 2nd championship win at that?" The short boy's smirk was gone and his surprisingly hardened face made me shudder. He already knew the answer to the question, he was just seeing how I would react. This felt like the interrogations I had to undergo for the police, minus the pitying looks the officers gave me then. It was getting hard to breath right. I could barely look at the picture the article displayed of my dead father's beat up body. It just confirmed what I already knew for the past 2 years.

"You don'. . . it's not. . . I didn't. . ."

"I think you did. And I also think that one "Ruler of Hell" knows all about this as well. Don't think I didn't notice how cozy you two were yesterday," That spurred me to spew out a defense. I was getting desperate and didn't want him to connect Gundham to me.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything, so keep him out of this!"

"Not until you tell me what your connection is to him, and why you killed your own father, bitch!"

Too little air, so many voices, harsh words, harsher hits. It all came rushing back as I remembered everything that still haunted me every time I fall asleep. My head lifted up to stare at Fuyuhiko with an unadulterated hatred as his young and only slightly upset image flickered back and forth to an old, furious one that returned the same gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut so I could respond without freezing up. My body ached faintly as though I had fresh wounds and bruises just like I did back then. Tears burned my shut eyes but I force them away.

"That bastard deserved to die. You don't understand what he put me through. . . what he threatened to do to my brother and mom. . ! I was the only thing protecting them, keeping him at bay! I spent years fighting, getting better, becoming the best at fighting no matter what. Years of running my body into my own grave as I risked my life against grown ass men," A slightly insane, masochistic laugh strained from my throat as I hugged myself and dropped my face to one purely neutral, eyes still closed.

"But he still wanted more. A mere hour after my final championship, winning the grand prize money of half a million dollars and trophy, he said it: that he wanted to sell me to a dojo to make me continue training and. . . kill people with the new skills," I swallow thickly, opening my eyes to a now perturbed Fuyuhiko.

I'm sure he wasn't unsettled by me having to kill someone but by the fact that my dad, my family, tried selling me. Just for money. Hajime told me once that Fuyuhiko didn't have the best relationship with anyone in his family and that he always got flack from his dad about how soft he was at times, but I'm sure even his dad never tried to sell him. All I did was laugh dryly at his face as I tried to ignore the obvious hallucination of my dad flickering over him.

My gaze instead honed in on the mangled remains pictured in the paper below. It grounded me. Fed into my weak reassurance that he wasn't really here. Not anymore.

"He would have gotten 75% of each paycheck I received from a hit. It was all about money with him. Nothing more. And if he had sold me, he would have moved on to my brother and made him do something with dangerous animals to keep a flow of revenue since even then that little diva had a way with animals. Obviously couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know what he used it all on but I'm sure it was nothing good. But hey, at least he didn't add domestic abuse or double child neglect to his track record, though that was only because that was my one condition for staying with him: that he didn't touch my brother and mom and took care of them financially." A beat of time.

"Gundham's your brother. . ."

It wasn't really a question from him, but more of a realization since I'm guessing him and Peko at least tried to put Gundham somewhere in my life story's cast roll. I was too tired to dispute; besides I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually.

That revelation hung in the air as a deathly silence seemed to blanket the world. I was inexplicably exhausted from my inner turmoil of emotions and felt very vulnerable having told one of my deepest secrets to the boy that reminded me of my dad. The ironic smile that twisted my lips stuck as I drew a deep breath to calm myself down. The nervousness churning in my stomach almost made me want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry," 'Doth my ears deceive me?'

Sneaking a peek up at Fuyuhiko allowed me to read the regret and uncomfortableness that painted his face. He shuffled on his feet and avoided all eye contact with me.

"I didn't know you were forced into it, I just thought you did it for fun when you were younger, your dad let you, and the flashbacks were from people you fought. I guess. . . I should've just minded some of my own fucking business after that whole. . . shit show that happened yesterday so. . . yeah. . ."

My eyes widened in surprise at the half assed apology, his words trailing off at the end. I wasn't expecting anything like that coming from him. 'I guess when you think you've seen everything, the universe pulls a shifty one on you.' Since I couldn't verbally respond out of shock, I just tilted my face downwards to hide my watering eyes.

Other than the principal, only Gundham and our mom knew about any of this, and they both always took pity on me for what I had to go through for them. The sincerity of Fuyuhiko's words wasn't riddled with a consoling tone, but one of understanding which made me feel better than any comforting words. Didn't even try to address my situation, he just excused his own behavior which I suppose is in character.

I have never been angry at my family for acting the way they do towards me but I've always wished that I could share my story with someone who understood what it was like to go against your own nature just to please someone else; I guess I accidentally found that person in Fuyuhiko. Now don't get me wrong, I still think he's a little asshat that has a problem with managing his emotions, but I suppose everyone has their faults.

Swiping at my stinging eyes, I sniff before looking up at him and nodding in acknowledgment, no longer seeing my dad's haunting figure. When I did that, it seemed the tenseness in his shoulders washed away. Guess he really doesn't know how to deal with anyone's emotions. At any rate, I eventually found my voice as I started to put my things away into my backpack while settling back into my regular demeanor.

"Thanks, I guess. Just stop snooping around in other people's lives and this won't be a problem for you ever again, kid," Aaaaand back to normal we go. His respectful silence was officially over because of my comment.

"What the fuck did you say?! I already fucking apologized and don't call me a shitty kid!" His cheeks turned red as he finally sat up from leaning on my desk and clenched his hands at his sides.

"Yeah, a half-assed apology about digging up my traumatic past makes me feel real better.~ But I bet that was really hard for you, huh?~ Don't worry, it will get easier with time.~"

"Like hell I'm ever apologizing to your ass again! I shouldn't have even done it the first fucking time!" His excessive cussing made him even cuter and childlike. Like a kid thinking he's badass for using bad words. By now I had gotten my stuff packed and stood up to my full height just to mess with him.

"Oh, I think you will eventually, Baby.~"

It's fun riding the line of death and teasing. Just as predicted, Fuyuhiko got even madder since I was now obviously a lot taller than him, and because I called him "Baby". Then he paused and smirked all of a sudden.

"Only if it's after I fucking kill you." 'Oh I have the perfect way to turn this around.~'

"What? You said you're going to kill me by fucking me?~ Jeez, at least take me to a few dinners first, there's a fancy restaurant down the street.~"

Satisfaction replaced the shame on my face that was probably supposed to be there at the sight of Fuyuhiko's embarrassed and shocked face. I took this opportunity to wink at him before walking around him and out of the classroom. It was well past our time to be in here. Not even a few seconds later, I heard his angry little footsteps run after me as I lazed down the hallway.

"That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, bastard!! Why the fuck would I even want to fuck you anyway?!"

"Hey, I don't know, I can't tell what you're thinking.~"

"I wasn't thinking anything like that, fucker! And stop calling me those damn pet names!!"

"No, I don't think I will, doll.~"

This retort causes a string of curses to fly from Fuyuhiko's mouth towards me, putting even a sailor to shame. Eventually he stops swearing and walking but doesn't respond, and I can see him staring up at me from the corner of my eye. The small male reaches into his jacket, where he apparently keeps everything, and takes out my hat. 'Oh yeah, I did kinda leave that on the ground yesterday, though I didn't expect him to pick it up.'

Of course, he can't just hand it to me normally, so what I got was my hat slapping me in my face before falling into my arms. I couldn't help the little smile that tilted up the corners of my mouth as I tilted my head questioningly towards him. He wasn't scary now that he wasn't trying to punch and expose me.

"Listen up, idiot. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention," he sighed and seemed to get a bit serious again, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna do anything with what I learned about you, and I'm not gonna try and recruit you into my yakuza either."

This clarification made me a bit more at ease since I was unconsciously thinking about those possibilities. But Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to add something, so I raised a brow as I placed my hat on.

"Anything else?~" He scoffed at my prompting but continued.

"But. . . if you ever decide to, y'know, get back into action with practicing your skills in the field, I'm lacking manpower in turf fights sometimes so even a shitty dancer like you can maybe help out. You wouldn't be killing anyone and you could, y'know, stop whenever you wanted," He looked embarrassed again, just for even hinting at offering me a spot in his yakuza. There was nothing else I could do but laugh which Fuyuhiko obviously took the wrong way.

"You could have just said no! There no need to laugh, next time I won't offer you shit-"

"Pfft, no no, that's n-not why I'm laughing!~ I just- you're too- haha!~" My laughter kept interrupting my own sentences, and all I could do is double over while raising a hand in a request for patience. Even through my joy, I could feel the anger meter rising in Fuyuhiko the longer I took to compose myself.

"Shut the hell up and say it already, bitch!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," a few chortles died out as I stood up straight again, "Hun, I'm not laughing at your offer, I'm laughing at your embarrassed face.~ You get so flustered too easily.~" A look of disbelief from him turns quickly to anger.

"That's not any fucking better than laughing at what I said, dumbass!" My clarification only made his cheeks redder, "Enough of this, let's go before Ishimaru gets back. I only paid those idiots to preoccupy him until 2 pm and it's 10 'til." The red faced yakuza turned on his heel and quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall with me following him in stride but with fewer steps.

"I think you're just trying to escape from me.~ Am I making you too worked up?~"

"Shit, don't say it like that!! Fuck you, you tall ass bean pole!" 'Opportunities just love to present themselves to me, don't they?~'

Moving to walk beside him instead of behind, I lean down close to his ear with a smile full of bad intentions.

"What the fuck-?"

"Fuck me?~ When and where, Baby?~"

A shit-eating grin spread across my face as he turned into a cherry tomato. I took this as my cue to leave, and attempt to save myself from the oncoming ass whooping I was sure would come once Fuyuhiko came to his senses.

"Oh, would you lookie there, that's my brother's car.~ Welp, gotta blast!~"

I took big and fast strides to the black convertible that had my brother surfing his phone, and the Four Devas playing around on the dashboard. When I hopped over the door and landed into the seat, he put his phone away and started to speak. The Devas ran across the leather and jumped all over me, squeaking and nuzzling me. Their little paws scrambling all over me just added fuel to my laughing fire.

"Hello, sister of mine.~ How was-"

"Hey hey, we gotta go, Gundham.~ I'm gonna die, start the car!~" Contrasting my urgent words, laughter poked through my words as I turned to smile back at the forthcoming, fuming Fuyuhiko.

"Get back here, (Y/N)!! I outta have you fucking sold to a whorehouse!!"

Gundham's eyes widened in surprise at what he yelled as he started the car.

"Now wait just a moment, you quarter-sized halfling-"

"Already tried it, not very fun!~ Go, bro, or we're both gonna be a part of the BABY'S tantrum!~" I pronounced the nickname extra loud just for shits and giggles.

"Fucker, get out of the goddamn car and face me!!" Just before the angery boi reaches our car, Gundham finally listened to what I said and peeled off, making me have to reach up and hold my hat to my head. Watching Fuyuhiko get smaller in the side mirror, I let out a loud laugh which made my sibling continually glance from the road to me in confusion.

"Would you care to explain why that fiendish devil, the one who you swore personal oath to avoid for as long as possible, has just threatened your being with a 'whorehouse'? Is he still bothering you?" There was a contained anger that rose in my brother's voice toward the end of his question, making me realize what that exchange looked like to him. The Devas looked back and forth from me and Gundham, sensing the clash of our different tones.

"Oh, yeah, we're coolish now.~ Some things happened during detention that made us realize that. . . we aren't that different." My previously wide smile simmered down to a melancholic one as I dragged my hat down to my lap. The four little hamsters sniffed at it before climbing inside to lay down. Probably seeing the truth in my peaceful expression, Gundham relaxed and went silent for a few moments.

"You told him, didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but he kinda dug up part of the story with Peko, the little shit.~ I just filled in blanks and details once I realized he wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't.~" A weary sigh from my right.

"Was that the correct choice of action? He could use it against you one day."

That questioning made me doubt what Fuyuhiko reassured me earlier about not blackmailing me. My fingers ran over the soft fur of the now sleeping Devas as I thought. The idea of just blindly trusting a Yakuza's verbal "promise" sounded stupid to anyone with common sense. . . but I haven't had any of that for a few days now, so there's no point in getting some now.

And sure, we could discuss the potentially lethal repercussions of everything I just did to Fuyuhiko that will bite me in the ass tomorrow, but is this really the time?~ I hardly think so.~ Right now was the time for answering my brother with an unhealthy amount of confidence, considering the kind of answer I was giving.

"Yeah.~ It was.~"

This part was short too, but I hope you enjoyed it!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1

Part 2

What’s the best food to munch on while watching a movie?

I would have to say Mochi balls which pairs best with bubble tea!~ Nonconventional but I love sweets!~

Thank you for the second ask, dear!~

@borntoask

Hiya, who are your favorite Danganronpa guys and gals to write for? Have a good day!

AHH, MY FIRST ASK!!!~ ARIGATO ARIGATO!!

Ok ok, so I'm only up to the anime Hope Arc, but I'm sure there will be many more once I'm all done.~ But so far my favorite guys are Kiyotaka, Mondo, Ghundam, Fuyuhiko, and TeruTeru, while my fav girls are Sakura, Toko, Kyoko, Peko, and Ibuki!~

THANK YOU AGAIN, I APPRECIATE IT!~ HAVE A RAINBOW-TEA DAY AS WELL!~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 2

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Young master, that was very reckless and you should not have attacked Gundham-"

"She shouldn't have called me 'your highness' and 'baby' before! And how was I supposed to know that she would be so upset about me attacking Gundham? Also, why the fuck did she just start crying?! Nothing she did adds up, Peko, so how could I have predicted any of this shit?!"

Peko sighed to herself, probably tired of my yelling. I was maybe the one wrong here, to a degree, but I wasn't going to admit that.

"I have some observations that may help explain all of these recent events. To begin, if you listened to what (Y/N) was saying while we were fighting, at some point it did not seem like she was talking towards you anymore. From what I can tell, you reminded her of something, or someone, from her past. She was also very protective of Gundham, despite only having know him for a semester and half, even saying, "You can't hurt him anymore," despite you never having got the chance to touch him,"

This was fucking annoying. Who knew just sitting somewhere new during free period would turn into this shit show? This girl confused me and seeing how she was in tears when we left, I felt a bit. . . "bad" for making her remember her past since I know all to well about that. It made my throat unintentionally dry just thinking about the fear her face wore, like she wasn't seeing Peko or hearing me anymore, but someone who's hurt her. . .

"Uh, that all? Anything else you notice?" Hearing Peko's analysis made me curious about a few things.

"Well, there was something else that was bugging me when I heard it and I was going to question it until we were told to leave. I'm sure you noticed part of it, but Gundham seemed awfully worried about (Y/N), even going so far as to call her by her actual name rather than the titles he calls people by compared to their "power level". Also, he called her "Knight" which seems to be a fairly high ranking to him. I deduce that they know each other more than they let on and have maybe been through something together."

Damn, I didn't notice any of that shit. I was too busy watching the fight and yelling back obscenities to (Y/N). All I knew is she was upset about what I did, that maybe I was wrong for doing, and tried to attack me. Jeez, now I felt confused! Damn these shitty feelings! Letting out an angered growl, I closed my eyes to think about everything Peko just said. 'Been through something together? It did seem like she was fighting someone. Maybe she used to be a part of a gang or illegal fight ring? She does have a unique fighting style, she was able to disarm Peko. Gundham probably knows about it.'

"Wait, what's (Y/N)'s last name?"

Peko paused walking and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I. . . do not know, to be honest. I just realized I have never found out that information until you brought it up. She has always introduced herself as just "(Y/N)", even the teachers only call her by her first name."

'Interesting. Unknown last name?'

"Lets search her up when we get home. I want to know what's so scary that she drops to the floor like a pile of bricks, and why she seemingly doesn't have a last name. It could be useful."

    Peko didn't say anything but nodded as I grinned to myself and picked back up walking towards the front gate, carrying that black hat.

~☆~

The moment we got home, I went straight to my office with Peko so we could get started. She sat at my desk and I pulled up a chair to read over her shoulder as she searched.

"I shall first bring up her school profile. It should at least show her last name," Nodding, I watched as Peko hacked into the school's private server and sifted through the student profiles. After going through our upper classmen, we finally got to our class and found (Y/N)'s profile. 'There's no fucking last name?!'

"What the fuck? Where's her last name? How could the school not know when they seem to know every other goddamn thing about us?!"

This was getting frustrating already.

"She could have requested to have that information withheld, and the headmaster would have done it with a viable enough reason. You know how he is and how he likes to make sure his students are safe and comfortable," I rolled my eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound shady as hell at all! Let's search her name through our servers, see if it pops up anywhere," With that instruction, Peko nodded and started typing away furiously on the keyboard. Knowing this might take a little, I sat back in my chair and thought about this now mysterious girl: (Y/N).

'The only other person I've heard of as being on par with Peko is Mukuro Ikusaba from class 78, the Ultimate Soldier. She was also just as mysterious until one her fellow classmates, Kyoko Kirigiri, dug up her information. Does that mean (Y/N) is better than them both, or just that she just has a different skill set that works efficiently on the defense or against armed attacks? Maybe (Y/N) was also part of that group that Ikusaba was a few years ago, the Wolves? Combat dancing. . . I should look into that too.' Before I could ponder anything else, Peko's stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Young master, I believe I have found something that may be of interest to you," At hearing this, I quickly leaned in to look at the article on the screen. It was posted on a yami ichi (Japanese black market) forum for a well know illegal fighting ring. The heading read, "Real Life Korean Tengu Fights Against the Best Fighters Underground. . . And Wins!".

"Real life Tengu? Isn't a Tengu a type of yokai (a japanese spirit) that fights against bad people?" 'I thought they were just myths.'

"Close. They are said to only fight people who they deem as badly behaved souls and send them to faraway places. They are only myths, though, so Tengu must be a stage name for the person in the picture," Now that she mentioned it, there was a picture of a young looking female in all black, Korean style clothing with a red dog mask covering her face.

"Korean clothing? Does that mean this person is from an immigrant from Korea?"

"Or they wear dance clothes ordered from Korea." This lit up a lightbulb for me.

"(Y/N) was wearing Korean style dance clothes. Does that mean she's this so called Tengu just because of her clothing choices?"

Peko stayed quiet for a moment while she read the rest of the article. I studied the picture further, noticing a bulky figure behind the winning female. He seemed to be holding her by the shoulder as he smiled leeringly at the prize money she was holding.

'Who is that-?'

"According to the article, this "Tengu" fighter said this statement: "I shall rid the world of all that is evil. On behalf of the ones who cannot protect themselves, I shall send these fiends to the faraway place of hell where I know the justice is served as hot as the fires that will damn their souls". She fought for 2 years under the supervision of her father, defeating the top fighters of the underground, before they both disappeared from the rings."

"Reminds me of that serial killer, Sparkle Justice, or some shit, that Sonia did a presentation over a while back. But more so, it sounds an awful like how Gundham talks, wouldn't you say? It would make sense if he knew about this part of her past since they seem close, right? He did yell something about "not letting her past poison her future" earlier," Once again, silence answered my questions and speculations.

"If you put together what we've learned about the Tengu fighter that disappeared after only 2 years of fighting despite being the champion, and the behavior displayed by (Y/N) today. . . I feel there might be a connection. I will do further research for confirmation and more details, so why don't you get some rest?" Although hesitant, I knew Peko would insist to stay to do this since she seemed to want to solve this mystery we've stumbled upon. Reluctantly, I just nodded and started walking back to my room.

"Fine, but don't stay up too late and if you get too tired to go back to your room, use my spare futon in the closet."

"Yes, thank you, young master,"

I grumbled at the title as I walked back to my room. Stupid thoughts swirled around in my mind as I walked down the hall in the orange, dying rays of the sun.

'Why is she so interesting? Damn bitch has me scrambling around for clues! I'm not spending any resources on her! I'll just gonna go up to her and ask her tomorrow!'

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Your POV:

"I'm fine, Gundham, I can handle myself today."

"Your words fall on deaf ears for I know the Knight of Dance, and she too, sometimes, requires protection from evil forces. Not every battle must be fought alone."

"That was yesterday, I can handle myself just fine today. If I see Fuyuhiko then I'll just walk away."

"If I am not mistaken, you attend all but one of your classes with him, correct?" I stay silent.

"Then I guess I'm skipping today with the rebel kids," And with that statement I abruptly changed course from heading to my first hour of Economics to the right towards one of the exits to the courtyard. Gundham stopped and chased after my uncaring form.

"(Y/N), stop attempting to fight your adversaries by yourself! It is not weak to have the help of others from fortnight to fortnight! I am more than dependable now to help you shoulder your burdens!"

His voice was trying to be stern but I could hear the slight desperation edging in towards the ends of his sentence. He was hurt I wasn't letting him help, as usual. I knew he meant well and wanted only to help but I didn't need help. I. . . don't need it.

"But you shouldn't have to. It's my fault I'm in this mess, and I can get myself out. You can focus on yourself, bro," Not wanting to continue this argument, I suddenly darted to the left in a sprint. Quickly making it to the end of the hall and rounding the corner, I almost crashed into a familiar face.

    Hearing his gasp of surprise before I about collided with him alerted me, and my left leg shot out to kick myself off of the wall to avoid him. Landing crouched and a hand on the floor to steady myself, I internally groaned as I saw who it was. Just my luck.

"(Y/N)-Sama! Are you okay?" My underclassman, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, took a step towards me in concern before I stood up and let out a sigh. I am all too familiar with this spiky haired boi. Taka and Mondo frequently stopped by my usual practice spots to watch me dance last semester and eventually we kind of grew to be friends. Concerning the blazing Moral Compass, it took the longest time of reassuring, blushing on his part, and 10 too many study sessions (there were about 20 total) to get acquainted enough to convince him to call me by my first name, though he still uses the honorific. He always pressed for my last name but eventually gave up when his fellow underclassman, Mondo Owada, talked to him about it per my request. Mondo and I were cool.

"Uh, yeah, hun. Just heading to class," The tardy bell rang through the halls, making me wince. "Guess I'm now "just heading" to detention now. . ?"

A sigh from him as he straightens up and takes out his pink slip notepad resigns me to my fate.

"It pains me to have to give one of my respected upper class-men, and friends, a detention slip, but no one is above the school rules. Since I do not know if you were running in the hall or just walking fast, I shall omit that,"

He holds out the thin paper, red eyes blazing with authority making me shrink a bit even though I was older and knew that was just how he was. Those same piercing eyes watched me carefully as I took it gingerly and looked to the side under his pinning gaze. His eyebrows furrow.

"Is there something troubling you, (Y/N)-Sama? You seem a bit worn, if I may say. Are you getting enough sleep?" Those questions and his genuine concern made me guilty for having to lie. I didn't want to get my innocent little freshman friend mixed up in anything, though; he obviously had a bright future ahead of him, unlike me.

"Nah, I'm fine, just practiced too much yesterday. Also, I've never been to detention so I'm a bit nervous,"

"Hm, well I suppose you should start managing your time better, which I am happy to help with anytime! Also, since this is your first offense, you only have to spend 30 minutes there! It is in room 2B, and starts 10 minutes after the last bell, do not be late!" And with that, he bowed to me and walked away.

Another tired sigh sounds from me as I decide to just go to class. 'I can ignore Fuyuhiko for 5 hours, right?'

~☆~

'Once again I was fucking wrong.'

It was only second period, Algebra II, and I couldn't focus with that damn Pomeranian's stare on me! I had one earbud in while doing my class work but I could see him out of the corner of my eye on the other side of the room glancing at me frequently. He seemed upset with me still. Why? No one knows why babies do things and this was no different.

Finally, I finished my work and put my head down until the bell rang, and the minute it did I was already out of the door. I could hear people letting out voices of protest to being shoved by someone, and one could only guess who it was. To avoid getting to class early and giving him the chance to talk to me, I purposely went down a few unneeded halls, swerving between students expertly, until I got to my next class right as the bell rang. Fuyuhiko came in a few seconds later, staring me down as he slipped into his seat. I'm already tired.

    This unsaid game of tag continued the rest of the day until lunch came around and I had to figure out how to avoid Fuyuhiko for half an hour without moving around the whole time. Then, like a godsend, I heard the solution to my temporary problem: a country accent and the arrogant, high pitched voice that always accompanies it.

    It made me smile as I also remembered I had a bag of American gummy worms in my backpack. Hearing Fuyuhiko's voice closing in behind me, I sped through the crowd until I popped up beside the "mother hen" of my class.

"Mahiru! Nice to see you, doll."

    My sudden appearance and dull voice startled the addressed girl as she whipped her head towards me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's been a while since we've talked, nice to see you too!" She gave me one of her pretty smiles with a head tilt as I just nodded my head back. I could see Hiyoko getting frustrated with me for taking away Mahiru's attention away, and mentally prepared myself for any insults.

"What, you don't wanna see me, cloudy? So mean! " Of course, her nickname was referring to the absent look I wore on my face most of the time, like my head was in the clouds which it usually is. I kept myself from rolling my eyes and instead sighed dramatically.

"Wow, that really hurts, Hiyoko.~ Of course I wanna see my favorite traditional dancer, but what's with the name?~ And here I was gonna give away these American gummy worms by Haribo to someone.~" Pulling the yellow bag from my pocket, I gave an 'oh well' look while swinging them around.

    When she saw the bag her eyes widened before reaching over and snatching them away from me. Looking from the bag to me with a newfound attitude made me smile a little.

"Forget what I said a second ago, you're totally nice, cloudy!~ How about you sit with us for lunch?~"

    Mahiru let out a nervous laugh at Hiyoko's mood swing but agreed with the suggestion which I happily obliged to. Just as I was about to verbally accept, I felt a small hand grip my arm tightly and yank me back. The sudden and harsh touch made me stiffen, and immediately resist by putting a foot behind me to pull out of the grip that eventually let me go. I already knew who it was before I turned around.

    Fuyuhiko's angered little face was screwed up as he stood there glaring at me. I took more steps back, unwillingly becoming scared. At seeing my face, Mahiru and Hiyoko turned around and immediately got upset. Of course, I knew this was going to happen so I let the distaste these 3 had for each other do the talking.

"Hey! What's the big idea with yankin' on (Y/N) like that, Fuyuhiko?! You have no manners!"

"Yeah, you can't just go around pulling on people whenever you like, idiot! I know you're a gangster but have a little bit of human decency!" The two girls attacking him verbally only made him more upset.

"Shut the hell up, you bitches, I need to talk to that fucker!" His harsh voice had me flinching a little into myself but I tried to hide it. 'Fuuuck, this is not how it's supposed to go. Don't let him get to you.' Fuyuhiko took a couple steps towards me but was stopped by Mahiru who stood in between us.

"Not with that attitude! Go away, I'm sure you hurt her anyways, so why would she want to talk to you now?" With her signature hands-on-her-hips gesture, the blonde hot head scoffed and switched his gaze back to mine that was glued to him. I'm sure he saw the fear darting around in my now miniscule irises, and the flighty position I held with one foot behind me in case I had to run. It seemed as if he were about to argue more with Mahiru, or even say something to me, before he stopped himself. His gaze slowly got less hostile and more thoughtful as he scrutinized me with a deepening brow. I looked away, trying to hide anything that I could have given away.

If I was looking at him, I would have seen him twitch his eye in confused annoyance before scoffing walking away.

"Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with these two. I'll find you later, idiot."

    With him gone, I finally relaxed and looked up again. Mahiru sighed alongside Hiyoko's groan of disdain. I straightened up again and fixed myself before they could notice anything was overly wrong.

"(Y/N), are you okay? I saw how he jerked you back like the farm animal he is!" My country friend returned back to her natural, motherly tone as she reached towards my slightly bruised arm. Before she could touch me, though, I stepped to the side a bit with a small smile.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all.~ He's pretty weak compared to me.~" At hearing my jab to Fuyuhiko's strength, Hiyoko started a tangent of her own insults as we finally made our way to the lunch room. 'Maybe I should have just stayed with Gundham today. . .'

~☆~

Sorry that this update is shorter than my last ones!~ One, I was busy this past weekend, two, I got to the character limit for a post on Tumblr, Ha, and three, I've been doing some drawing commissions for my friends.~ I'll update the last, juicy part right after this one.~ As usual, take care, dearies.~

💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 2

This is the second part of the Ishimaru x Reader I posted yesterday and I have humbly received 2 asks since then, so thank you.~ Tomorrow I shall post the first part of my Fuyuhiko x Reader I wrote, which is a bit longer than this one, so I'll slice it up into 2 or 3 parts.~

Part 1

This part has a trigger warning of self degradation near the end.~ Please enjoy the rest of this!~

"(Y/N), I APOLOGIZE MANY TIMES OVER FOR MY VERY INAPPROPRIATE AND HARMFUL BEHAVIOR!! I FEEL SO ASHAMED, I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS AND WILL RECEIVE ANY CONSEQUENCES YOU DECIDE UPON!!" Kiyotaka was adorable when apologizing so seriously. His forehead was grazing the floor as he bowed towards me.

    This all transpired after the movie and Leon just "allowed" us to stay over (he was just too prideful to say he couldn't sleep alone tonight). Taka had awoken when the silent uneasiness of everyone was interrupted by Mondo's teasing towards Leon, as if he could sense his authority was needed. He had shot up as rigid as a board, looking around the room until he focused his full attention on me nursing a now lightly bruised nose in a bent over position.

    My guess as to why he was silent for a full five minutes, his face slowly burning red and becoming more and more embarrassingly mortified, was that he connecting dots and recalling memories from earlier during the movie. The bashful actions he made, like wrapping his arms around his head to cover his face, make me laugh as I peeked up at him and finally sat up. Upon seeing a small trickle of blood run down my top lip, Taka ceased his display of embarrassment and becomes his usual serious self despite his still cherry face.

"(Y-Y/N)! Why are you bleeding? What happened while I was asleep?" The stern boys' calloused yet soft hands gently gripped my chin as he leaned forward and examined my injury.

"Aha, it's not that big of a deal-"

"Nonsense! Come, I shall tend to it in Leon's guest bathroom with my first aid training while you explain the incident to me!"

    Not allowing further argument, in one fell swoop Taka had his arms under my knees and back, and was making his way out of the room. The sudden bridal hold has me the one blushing for the first time since he looked so serious about this and everyone, except Leon, was watching us leave with encouraging smiles. It seems our little interaction had distracted them from the movie. But the meaning behind their smiles showed they understood how I was feeling.

Didn't think I was that obvious.

'I suppose I have been using him as a chair this whole time. . . and cuddling him. . . and pretty much draping myself over him. . . oh well.~' The shame that had momentarily begun to creep up as a reddening blush easily turned into a cheeky, self satisfied smile that I wore proudly as I leaned my head against my carrier's shoulder.

    Arriving at the bathroom came sooner than I would have liked, which showed as I pouted a little when Taka sat me on the counter to wash his hands. My body craved to be closer to his once again, like his close proximity was what I was deficit of. Apparently God heard my prayer since Taka once again leaned close to my face after he produced a first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet. Retrieving a few pieces of toilet paper and wetting it was a precursor to a few moments of silence as Taka cupped my chin and wiped away the drying blood as softly as possible. My eyes averted to the side when he finished, suddenly feeling a little self conscious of myself.

    "Ha, didn't think fire ball would have a first aid kit-ah!"

    My head flinched away from Taka as he barely squeezed the bridge of my slightly discolored nose. His thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration and great concern at my reaction, quickly consulting back to the open first aid kit.

"Apologies for the pain, I just needed to see if your nose was broken or not. Thankfully, it is not, just bruised, but if you feel any extreme pain you should visit a local doctor or healthcare facility. And to respond to your comment on Leon's safety standards, I put these here!" Taka took out a mini cooling pack, alcohol, a cotton pad, medical tape, and gauze before facing me again with the now alcohol coated cotton pad, dabbing it gently on my nose as he talked.

(I know next to nothing of medical care, I'm just going off of my shotty memory of a one semester med class I took 2 years ago, please look up how to take care of a bruised nose if you have one)

    As he worked, I just stared at his focused eyes and fast moving lips, partially taking in his cute rant. His minty breath fanned my face as he continuously proclaimed things about the importance of the aforementioned medical kits. Being in this position with Taka is much better than with Leon. Fire head could never make me hot all over with just a glance like the man before me could, and is currently doing.

"The first time I visited, there were no such safety or medical equipment present in the bathrooms, and I saw it as a hazard! Every restroom should have such necessary first aid in case of emergency! Leon is lucky that I was able to provide those or else who knows what could happen!"

    Putting on the cooling pad, covering it with rectangular layers of gauze, and securing it with the medical tape was promptly done after the disinfection. The bandage wasn't too tight and every movement was made with the care of someone with experience. Despite his serious and strict personality, it was obvious that Taka took the extra effort to be medically coordinated yet very gentle while fixing the injury he inadvertently and unknowingly caused.

    The way his purposeful words drafted warm air against my itching lips. Gosh this drove me crazier than a wolf in a meat market.

"Can you believe that he told me he doesn't care about the safety of his guests and self, (Y/N)?" The sudden question tore my mind from my drifting thoughts, seeing his fierce gaze now boring against my searching one.

    I heard almost nothing he said after "Leon is lucky" because to be honest the rest of that sentence could not have been interesting in any way you put it, but you could also find my daydreaming being a cause as well. Probably sensing my lostness, he stepped back and looked down with a dejected face and spoke quieter now.

"Apologies, I went on a rant, you must not care about proper bathroom safety either-"

"No, not really." I cut him off bluntly, changing my tone to one of false carelessness while still smiling as I looked at the white clad boy, furrowing his eyebrows and clenching his fists tight in silent hurt.

"But... you know what I do care about?~"

The same teasing smirk I walked into this house with earlier came back as Taka snapped his attention towards me, body language shifting to one of confusion and a hint of hesitancy.

    Blatantly, I finally let my eyes roam his fit stature before leaning forward to gently grasping the sides of his white jacket, and tugging him in between my now spread legs. Keeping my (E/C) orbs on his face that was morphing from slight recognition of what I was doing to a rightful confusion of why I was doing this, it was no surprise when the shocked boy stopped his urged advance by placing his hands on the counter on either side of me.

"(Y/N), I do not think-!"

"Then don't think, just do, Taka.~ I don't think I have to answer my own question, right?~"

    I was giving him a chance to show or tell me if he liked me back or not, the possibility of rejection pounding my heart illustriously fast but simultaneously being ignored by my barely checked desires. The last thing I wanted to do was force this cordial man into something he was against, so I used every last ounce of restraint to not kiss and ravage him, only ghosting my lips along his cheeks and jaw.

"When was the last time you let your emotions decide?~"

My face was probably flushed red and 'desperate to him, oh god, why isn't he saying anything?' The mindset that has pushed me up to this moment now started to spiral a little at the silence and contemplating face Taka gave. 'I can't even tell what his eyes say anymore. Is he disgusted? Upset? Utterly repulsed by the sheer audacity I had to do this?' My own judgement clouded with pointless rambles. 'Why did I have to be like this? I shouldn't have been so pushy.'

    Just when I was about to let out an apology for being so forward, I felt a pair of lips connect to my parted ones about to speak. Both my eyes and mind focused back to reality as my body responded quicker than my mind, feeling strong arms wrapped around my waist and closing the few inches of distance left between us.

It was Ishimaru.

    His lips' movement held a sense of new freedom, still hesitant but certainly displaying that he answered my question internally and let his emotions decide his actions for once. Not wanting to waste his courage, my legs raise and press to Taka's sides, our bodies right against each other.

    Neither of us wanted to part as the boundaries of one another broke down for each other in this bathroom, low moans coming from me and a solid grip holding my body close from him. After however much time passed, I reluctantly parted enough for us both to catch our breath, lips still grazing as we slowly opened our eyes to stare at the new sides that had been discovered. To anyone looking on, it would seem as though we had switched roles with Taka being dominant, a wild look blazing in his radiantly red eyes as he stared me down, and me being submissive, (e/c) orbs darting to the side a few times under the aforementioned pinning gaze.

    I could have sworn that his hair flashed white in my love drunken state with how charged he seemed right now. Or maybe I just have low iron.

    But just as soon as it had revealed itself, the wildness in Taka's eyes was dragged back into the depths of his usual strict irises, and his face quickly turned scarlet.

    Taking a fast step back, forearms stuck to his sides, Kiyotaka held his lower arms up in a stiff way that showed he was slowly regretting what he just did. His chest heaved quickly as he shook and forced out his voice to speak for the first time in about 10 minutes.

"I don't think. . . I feel. . . oh gosh whatdidIjustdo? " The sentence came out in sparing yet rushed gasps and I could tell his mind was stalling from this vastly new experience. I had the decency to close my legs and slide off of the counter to gently take ahold of the shaking boy's arms. I was sure it wasn't shaking out of fear but excitement. Who knows when the last time he let his emotions drive his decisions was.

"Ishimaru-?"

"Is this what love is? This-This racing heart, shaking movements, unorganized mind, this is all. . . good, right? Because it feels good, I just don't know if it's right anymore."

    I could only tilt my head to the side for a few moments before letting an airy chuckle escape alongside a nod of my head, followed by an uncontainable smile. He is way too cute for his own good.

"Yes, and no.~ It's amazing that I now know you feel the same way for me as I do you, but it's also a bit unconventional because now I have to deal with my dad asking where I'm going when I go out with you more.~" My easygoing, flirty personality seamlessly came back into play as I realized I wasn't about to run out crying to forcibly raid Leon's fridge for ice cream and instead walk out with a boyfriend.

"Ah, no no, I would never inconvenience you like that-" Taka's mind stalled with his words as he thought about what I just said.

The boy's hands constantly moved in nervous bouts that were completely out of character, but yet. . . he somehow looked more relaxed than I had ever seen him. The always present furrow lines were almost nonexistent as he kept asking me things about my confession and feelings. The previously strained arm movements turned more fluid as they flailed a bit due to his stuttering. If it weren't for the white uniform he always adorned, I would have thought this were an alternate version of the uptight Taka I knew and loved. Eventually, he stopped shooting questions at me when I didn't respond and just gave him a goofy smile and giggles.

"It is. . . strange, (Y/N). Although what I have just done was much less than what I consider responsible, I feel as though it was. . . the right thing for me to do," The relaxed boy placed a pale hand to his chest as he looked to the floor before clenching it into a fist. He looked directly as me with a flushing gaze full of love, admiration, and a newfound protectiveness. Not that I could decipher that since I was still riding the high of having just kissed the source of all my pining feelings.

"(Y/N) (L/N), I ask you with all of my will if you would be my girlfriend! I haven't never met someone as passionate as you before, and I would like to learn more about myself with you!"

    Instead of a stoic face, there was a joyful smile, and rather than his usual deep bow when asking for something, he gently took my hand and brought it in a hover over his lips as if asking permission.

    It also seems as though he held a more stable confidence in himself, his voice still powerful but not as loud as before. Seeing these changes in him made my heart and stomach flutter weightlessly. The smile I wore couldn't be wider, though I wish it could so Kiyotaka could feel the unadultered, unwavering love I held for him. My love was deeply rooted in my heart and intense despite how flirty and flippant I acted with most people.

    Giving no verbal response, my body instead gives an physical one and leans up to kiss Taka once again. This second time around he wasn't as shy and applied more force into our second kiss. It was obvious the kiss was a beginner one but the fact that he was the one pulling me close, hugging my hips tight against his as though he were touched starved, proved that he was letting himself be driven by what he wants to do again. Kiyotaka parted after a minute, blushing as per usual after he opened his eyes, and craned his neck down to hide his face against my shoulder with a nervous smile.

"I-I suppose that is a yes..?" A lick of my lips and a nod from me.

"Definitely.~ I can't wait to be the one to teach you.~" My words came out as a purr as I ran my left hand through his soft, spiky hair which caused a shudder to rack his body.

"Now, we should probably go back to the others before Mondo starts talking about different "things".~"

A beautiful shade of red colored Taka's ears for the umpteenth time today before he straightened himself up and began to try and fixed his now wrinkled uniform.

"Mondo would n-never do that!"

"You're so cute when you're wrong.~"

"I beg your pardon?"

    We bantered playfully as we walked out of the bathroom together, me hanging on his arm in a flirty way as he slipped back into his normal, authoritative self. The only difference was that Ishimaru wasn't as rigid with how he held himself. His posture was as straight as ever, yes, but his tone sang a million more confidences. The joy radiating off of me was caused by both the once in a lifetime chance to be able to watch his exponential growth over just the few hours at this party, and the knowledge that he was only going to be able to grow further and higher.

"By the way, (Y/N), you never told me how your nose got bruised!"

"Well, you did sit up pretty suddenly earlier.~"

"..."

"WAIT, DID I-"

    A burst of laugh from me mingled with his loud fretting as he stopped and started to bow in apology. Ishimaru really was adorable when he apologized...but he was cuter when he pinned me to the bathroom counter.~

I hope I did a good.~ I spent a lot of time trying to perfect this.~ Expect all my stories to be long because I feel that all of you deserve the best of my writing.~ If you see an mistakes, grammatical or structural, please tell me, I love constructive criticism.~ Thank you and have a nice day, dearies.~